I hate myself in interviews. All of a sudden, you stop and you're like, 'Chris, how dare you?' I don't live in Darfur. I have both legs. But you can't walk around all the time being like, 'I'm so grateful I'm not in Darfur.'
I was a brat. It was crazy, I was very picky. In other words, I didn't take advantage of what was happening.
Can I throw harder than Joe Wood? Listen mister, no man alive can throw any harder than Smokey Joe Wood.